Desc: Fantasy Sex Story: Jack was orphaned as a toddler when his parents were killed in a car crash. His wife Janice and her sister Janelle were also orphaned at a young age. Janice and Janelle's step-mother, an adept of "The Old Ways", is going to hold a seance on Halloween to try to contact the two sets of parents for her daughters and son in law. Will she be able to contact the parents who had passed on so many years ago? What else will happen? Some codes omitted to avoid giving away the end of the story.

"Jack, are you sure you won't mind going over to my mother's for Halloween?" asked my lovely wife, Janice. She and I had just been celebrating our six week wedding anniversary and were taking a break before we started round two.

"Of course, I don't mind," I replied. "I'm sorry I had to be out of town and missed it last year. I've never been to a séance before and it sounds like it would be really interesting. Who all will be there?"

"From what mom said, it will only be you, Janelle, mom and me." Janelle is my sister in law, my wife's identical twin, and I do mean identical. The only difference I have been able to find is that Janice has a tiny mole on the underside of her right breast and Janelle doesn't, while Janelle has a very tiny mole just below the bikini line above her pussy. Like most twins, they have that special connection where they seemed to share thoughts and emotions, finishing each other's sentences, and all of the myriad things that identical twins can do. To my everlasting joy, Janice and Janelle decided early on in our relationship that they would share me as well.

I too seemed to share a strong connection with both women, which was a bit strange. My wife and her sister seemed to be able to finish my sentences while I was often able to finish theirs. The connection with my wife was slightly stronger with Janice than it was with Janelle, and vice versa. All three of us loved one another and knew we should be married, so we decided that Janice would be the first or legal wife, and that Janelle would be our second wife. Janelle lives with us, but her mother had asked her to help her get everything ready for our Halloween séance the next evening.

The séance is going to be held in one of the outbuildings on Janice and Janelle's mother's farm, some 650 acres where their primary products are herbs and spices, along some fruits and vegetables, all organically grown. Over the years, the twins' parents have added a number of greenhouses to the property, most of which are computer controlled for temperatures and humidity, enabling them to grow a wide variety of plants which would normally not be able to be grown in our part of the country. In the late winter and early spring, their greenhouses are also utilized to grow seedlings, which they sell to home centers, garden shops and landscapers in addition to individual homeowners. Janice, Janelle and I only live about ten minutes from the farm where they grew up, in the house I inherited after my parents' deaths, so we spend a lot of time helping there as well.

Grace, my mother in law, and I get along famously. She is actually Janice and Janelle's step-mother as their biological parents were killed in an accident when they were toddlers. Since there were no known relatives that could be found, the twins were placed in an orphanage after being treated for some relatively minor cuts and bruises they received in the crash. Grace and her late husband Roy, had decided to adopt the twins after they found that Roy had become sterile from getting the mumps when he was a teenager. Roy had been killed a couple of years ago when a tractor trailer drove around a curve too widely and too fast, then rolled over his pickup truck crushing him. Luckily, he was the only one in the pickup at the time.

Unlike the twins, who were only five feet one inch tall and very petite with both of them being blessed with very nice curves that were proportional to their bodies, Grace was about five eight with a little extra padding in all of the right places. While the twins had very fair skin, auburn hair and green eyes, Grace's coloring reflected her Apache heritage, with a somewhat darkened complexion, very dark hair and deep brown eyes that were very easy to get lost in. Since I'm describing what everyone looks like, I might as well describe myself. I'm about six foot two inches tall, medium build, in fairly decent shape although I'm in no way a fitness fanatic. I have light brown hair, the same as my mustache, with hazel eyes and my coloring is somewhere between that of my wife and that of her step mother.

I too had been orphaned when I was a baby. My parents were killed in an auto accident, and I was very badly injured with head trauma. I was airlifted to a trauma center, staying in the hospital for nearly three months until the worst of my injuries had healed. No relatives could be found, so upon my discharge from the hospital, I was placed in an orphanage near the hospital where I had been treated. Somewhere along the line, my paperwork was lost, so the people at the orphanage gave me a new name and birth date and made up a birth certificate so that I could be adopted. I stayed at the orphanage for about six months until I was adopted by a very kind and loving middle aged couple who raised me until their deaths while I was in college.

I grew up in a very loving and supportive environment, yet my adoptive parents made sure that I would be prepared for the time I would go out into the world on my own. They taught me how to think critically and how to ask questions. They taught me to keep an open mind and how to listen to others' points of view. They taught me that there are good and bad people of all races, nationalities and religions. They taught me to be tolerant of others' religious and spiritual beliefs, as well as of their political opinions.

As I got to know Janice, Janelle and Grace, we would discuss spirituality, religion and our own belief systems. I explained to them how although I did not belong to any religion, that I did believe in a higher power. I also told them that I tried to lead my life by trying to live by the Golden Rule, of treating others as I would like to be treated. They explained their personal beliefs combined those of Grace's Apache ancestors with those of what they call "The Old Ways", the beliefs in the God and the Goddess, of their respect for nature and other humans, of how they believe that power and magick can be found almost anywhere. They discussed their tolerances of other religions, of how their belief system has been around for some 20,000 years and how it has evolved over the years. They explained to me how their one rule is that if harms none, then do it. We discussed quite a few things within these subjects, and we all agreed that our belief systems were remarkably similar.

I have participated in several different rituals with Grace, Janice and Janelle, both clothed and skyclad or nude. Grace had warned us that the séance this evening would last until late that night and that it would be very physically, mentally and emotionally draining for us. Because of Grace's warning, Janice and I scheduled the next three days as personal days. We would sleep in and rest on Wednesday, which was Halloween, then recuperate from whatever happened Halloween night on Thursday, Friday and over the weekend.

Grace had never given me that kind of warning before, so I asked my wives about that. They each said that they had never heard Grace give that kind of warning before either, increasing the level of intrigue I had already been feeling.

Janice and I continued to lightly kiss, lick and nibble each other as we began preparations for round 2 of our six week anniversary celebration. She began telling me how Grace wanted to try to contact hers and Janelle's parents at the séance, and then when she heard that I too was an orphan, to try to contact my biological parents as well. Janice told me how she, Janelle and Grace had tried on two earlier occasions to reach their parents, but how they had not been successful. We were going to try to have me join them for the séance last year, but I had to go out of town for work.

I asked Janice, "What was going to be different this time other than me being there?"

"That is part of it," she replied. "She also found an old book about six months ago, and she has been reading through it and apparently found a few things in it which make her think that it will work this time."

"Any idea of what she found?"

"Mom didn't tell me a whole lot about what she found in the book. She did say that she did find what appeared to be a much more powerful ritual than what she had before, and that your male energy is vital for it to work correctly. Mom also said that this ritual calls for us to be in an altered state of consciousness, although she wouldn't say anymore about how that would be accomplished. She said that she would explain everything to us when we got there."

Before I could ask anything else, Janice pressed her lips against mine, slipping her tongue inside my mouth where she searched and found my own tongue, enabling them to do their dance of desire together. She leaned over me and fed me her breast, which I happily took between my lips and began to nurse from her hard nipple. I placed my hands on her sides and gently moved her chest so that I could nurse from her other erect nipple while I slid behind her so she could find something else which was quite erect as well.

Janice lifted the top part of her torso so that I was no longer able to wrap my nips around her nips, started giggling when she saw the fake pout on my face. She scooted down a little bit, while grasping the base of my titanium strength tumescence, leaning forward to give me a super passionate kiss, before completing her journey down my torso.